Her Majesty & the Virgin by N.J. Adel
Quinn’s build is exactly my taste. Tall. Lean. Big, muscular arms with thick sinews along them. Broad shoulders and chest. Hard abs I’m dying to feel clench against me.
Except that I can’t.
It doesn’t matter if he’s chiseled to perfection and I’ve never wanted a man more than I want him, or that his heart has never belonged to anyone but me, or that he’s crawling toward my feet right now.
I can’t have him.
Because I’m a fucking queen, and he’s an orphan who has chosen to protect me for the rest of his life.
It doesn’t change anything, though. Not about the way he feels about me or the way I…
I need a distraction. It has a name.
Theodore.
From the moment I laid eyes on Theodore, I’ve fantasized about breaking all the rules with him. He is a virgin. My virgin. Everything he is, everything he learns will be for me.
I’ve never before thought about teaching a man how to touch me for my own gratification. I do now. It’s seductive. A promise of far, far more than a quick, anonymous coupling.
What would he feel like when his body strains against mine? Would he even know what to do? How to penetrate me? If he does, would it be deep or shallow? Rough or gentle?
Would he please me?
Would he make me forget?
Her Majesty and the Virgin is an erotic romance novella with epic love and torture and many men to please Her Majesty.
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N. J. Adel is a cross genre author. From dark women's fiction to sci-fi and fantasy. From sexy short stories to full-length literary books. She loves it all.
She teaches English by day and writes fun smut by night with her German Shepherd, Leo.
She's known for Her Royal harem series, a reverse harem erotic historical romance series with strong BDSM elements.
What inspired you to write your book?
The idea of reverse harem has always intrigued me. The sexual freedom for women to enjoy as much, and even more than men do.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I wet my lips and take a deep breath, clutching the basket handle, my steps hesitant. Sitting this near to her may trigger my…indiscretion. Especially here. Alone like this. Again.
I set the basket between us and sit, unable to believe how my willpower is reduced to a bakery holder. I sigh, my gaze on the granite floor, my weakness disturbing.
“The people who lived here were self-sufficient,” she begins. “They grew their own food, cooked their own meals, made their own clothes, and above all, created art. Very passionate people.”
I look up to speak, but I’m dazed, eyes unswaying from her mouth. She takes a macaroon and tastes it. The color of cherry blends with her lips as if they’re joining in a kiss.
Perspiration touches my forehead.
“The new faction apprentices are going to be even better,” she says. “Self-sufficient so they won’t rely on any other faction and remain a secret. Strong to be able to defend themselves. Passionate to entertain me.”
I nudge myself to awareness. “I’ve never been to a theatre before nor have I seen a performance anywhere. Pardon my ignorance, Majesty, I still don’t understand how this will be the place for someone like me.”
“The entertainment I seek now is not theatrical.”
“Then what kind of entertainment does Your Majesty seek?”
She eyes me from head to toe. “Sex.”
I blink, and I blink once more. “Majesty, I…I…”
“Lost for words? Taken aback?” She takes another bite.
“Yes.” Appalled even. Yet it seems that all my blood has rushed to my groin.
“Scared, too, perhaps?”
“No,” I answer before I think. Perhaps I should be scared. Terrified. We’re alone. No one can hear us but the few guards outside. Her guards. She may act upon her wish right here right now. How would I stop her? She’d have me killed if I violently resist. All I can do is beg her to spare me or run.
Can I? Would I?
It’s hard enough to resist her allure when I haven’t tasted it yet. Once I kiss those lips, once I touch that body, I’m doomed. My eyes widen as I swallow a gasp.
“Good. Because I shall never harm you,” she assures me.
I barely gather my strength to speak again. “Majesty already knows I don’t have the necessary experience in the proposed department.”
“I can assure you the required skills are easily learned.” She smirks.
“But—”
“I understand you’ve been a Temple boy, but I also know that you are considering my offer.” She leans forward, her scent numbing my conscience, setting a pulse jumping through my manhood. “Your mind might be refusing the whole principle, but your body is betraying you. Your desire for me, young man, is evident.”
I don’t even attempt to hide my crotch.
“I don’t think it’s an involuntary reaction anymore,” she says. “You fantasize about me now, don’t you? Perhaps you’ve even acted based on those fantasies in the privacy of your bedroom?”
Her gaze doesn’t falter. It sees right through me. I nod in sweet surrender.
“I want you, too, Theo.” She arches a delicate eyebrow, her gaze studying my features. “So much.”
Her voice, her declaration, melt through my senses. “Not more than I do.” I speak without thinking again. My jaw falls as my words register in my head. “Dear God. I can’t believe I’ve said that out loud.”
She bites her lower lip, and the last of my willpower shatters. If she tells me to take of my clothes now, I will. Gladly.
Please say the words.
But she leans back. “Listen carefully. This is not a commitment to be taken lightly. The offer comes with multiple privileges—riches and esteemed status—but also very harsh terms.”
“I’d like to listen to those terms,” I say eagerly.
“You’ll reside here at all times. Traveling outside the Royal land without permission or security is not allowed. For my safety and yours, no one will ever know about the reality of this faction, not even my escorts. You are never to speak of the nature of your duties, except to the other members.”
“Other members?”
“Yes. This arrangement is only exclusive on your side; you’ll never be with another person again, which means you’ll never marry or have children of your own.”
“These are very harsh terms indeed.” Lightheaded, I rub a brow. The scrambling thoughts in my head are hard to understand. No man in his right mind would say yes to those terms. Not without a huge compensation. Assurances. More clarifications, at least.
The only clarification I need to hear is when I can be inside her.
“You might think you’re obligated to comply, but you’re not. I don’t expect you to approve or disapprove now,” she adds.
I gulp. “Does that mean I still have the right to choose a different faction?”
“Absolutely. You have six weeks left on your trial period. I think it’s enough time to make up your mind.”
“Of course.”
“As much as I want you, Theo, I will never have you without your full consent.”
I wish I had no choice so I can blame it all on her power, my helplessness, fate…anything. Anything but my own desire. My own weakness. My own demons.
If I say yes, I have no excuses.
Yes.
“You’re a bastard, aren’t you?” Her question snatches me from my daydream.
I grimace. “Yes, Majesty. I haven’t met my family.”
“You didn’t join the Temple willingly. They took you in as their duty. Which means you didn’t run away from a commitment, you simply didn’t make one in the first place.”
“Yes.”
“But now you will. You are going to choose, with your own will, which faction you shall belong to for the rest of your life. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Majesty. It’s like taking a vow.”
“It’s exactly a vow.” She tosses me a dark look of warning. “Breaking one is a serious crime in my book. For me, it’s treason. Are you aware of what I do to traitors?”
“They’re tortured to death…with no chance for mercy.”
She nods. “Now you know what’s at stake whether you commit to my faction or another. Do you have any questions?”
“I do.”
“I’m listening.”
Insolently, I let my eyes travel down her body, envisioning the time I’d explore it while it’s naked. “The nature of my…duties, is it normal? Like any man and woman? Or are there some…abnormalities?”
“It’s normal for the most part, but I do have my kinks.”
“Kinks?” I shake my head. “Are they dangerous or…painful?”
“Only if you want them to be.”
My breaths come out rapid but shallow. “Do I get to refuse to engage in some of those activities if—”
Her index finger hushes my lips. “I said I’d never have you without your full consent. This applies every time and in every way.”
A tingling spreads down my spine, and I moan. The feeling of her skin on my mouth is just too much. Reflexively, I kiss it.
She takes her hand back. My heart flutters as I drag my gaze back to hers. “But I’m the only one who is allowed to act upon her urges,” she warns me again. “You follow. Never lead.”
“I understand. I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right. I’ll let this one go.” Another piece of the macaroon finds her mouth. I picture her nibbling something else entirely.
Never in my eighteen years have I ever imagined myself to succumb to temptation like this. All teachings, all principals gone in a few weeks. She must have me under a spell.
“Do you want the rest of it?” She holds what remains of the macaroon before me.
Do I want it? To savor what her lips have touched? To lick where her taste has lingered?
“Of course.”
She gives me another one of her triumphant smirks, her fingers approaching my mouth again.
A test.
I take the macaroon with my teeth, careful not to touch her fingers. If I do, I won’t be able to help myself. I’ve already failed the test of God. I don’t wish to fail hers too.
“Good boy,” she says.
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